The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

She smiled lightly and lowered her eyes, kneaded the leaves in her hands into a ball, threw them gently, and threw them accurately into the trash can by the boulevard.

Mu Changying walked briskly towards Class 1 of Senior 3, and gently pushed open the classroom door. The noisy classroom was silent for a few seconds, and then a fierce discussion broke out.

"I rely on ... When did our class have such a beautiful little fairy?"

"That little face is white and tender, I really want to kiss and kiss!"

"Look at how frustrated you are, get away! This little fairy is mine, and no one wants to rob it."

"Xianxian, look, this little sister is the one we met downstairs just now!"

"My God, it's really her! Is she a transfer student? She looks so small. I thought she was a freshman in high school."

A group of school tyrants turned into market aunts, and their voices were about to lift the roof off.

Sitting in the seat, Gu Qingyun closed her eyes and rested her eyes, frowning slightly, opened her eyes and looked at the door of the classroom.

The petite little girl is wearing a British school uniform, with a playful double ponytail, and a pair of low-cut Martin boots.

She has no makeup on her small face, full of collagen, and her eyes are clear and pure, as pure as an elf coming out of a fairy tale.

"Snapped--"

Gu Qingyun's face was panicked, like a ghost, she pushed the water glass on the table to the ground.

For...why is it so...not...just the same!

"What's wrong with you, your face is so bad, shouldn't you be jealous when you see beautiful girls?"

"I tell you, this little fairy is covered by my Fu Zixian, don't make any crooked ideas!"

The girl standing by the side folded her arms around her chest and stared at Gu Qingyun coldly, her face full of warnings.

"I...I'm just a little uncomfortable."

Gu Qingyun smiled softly, and squatted down to pick up the glass shards on the ground.

At this moment, a pair of Martin boots came into view, and the line of sight moved up, and the goal was the pair of dazzlingly white long legs.

Mu Changying looked down at Gu Qingyun condescendingly, the corners of his mouth raised, and a splendid smile like a flower appeared.

"Student, let me help you pick it up."

"Thank you, but no... no need, I can do it myself."

She didn't ignore her words, but squatted down and picked up a piece of glass that was closest to Gu Qingyun.

At the moment of passing by, Mu Changying's tender lips parted lightly, and she whispered, "Chunhua, I climbed out of **** to find you, are you happy?"

After she finished speaking, she stood up, holding a glass shard in her slender fingers.

The sunlight outside the window refracted in and shone on it again, exuding a faint cold light, making people's heart suddenly cold.

"Thank you... thank you."

Gu Qingyun's face was as pale as thin paper, and there were waves of turbulent waves in her heart, and she couldn't tell whether it was the same hallucination as last time, or whether the dead were really resurrected.

Mu Changying raised her eyebrows lightly, resting her chin with one hand, and said inexplicably, "It's not necessary to thank you so early..."

Because these are all things that you have to pay for.

"Hey, this tone is dry, and if you don't know it, you think someone forced you to say it."

Fu Zixian rolled her eyes unhappily. Although she had been with this woman for a year, she still couldn't like it.

The real daughter of the Gu family exudes an air of high-level white lotus all over her body.

It's not a matter of a day or two that Miss Fu can't get used to Gu Er, and the girls in the class are not surprised.

Girls can selectively ignore and even applaud secretly, but boys can't tolerate the goddess being bullied.

"Fu Zixian, pay attention to what you say, don't think that the young master dares not beat you."

"I think you're just jealous that you're not as good as Goddess Gu, so you're only picking things up all day long!"

"As the saying goes, the ugly people do the most mischief, and this sentence still makes sense."